My cat Dagny disappeared when my apartment burned down a while ago. Two of my cats, Gouda and Sleestak, made it out of the apartment. Dagny disappeared. I put up signs and looked all over the place for Dagny and never found her. I miss my Dag.
Anyway, today they started to rebuild my old place. I asked the head guy if they found a cat in the wreckage. He said that they didn’t find her.
Now I find myself crying because I am happy she made it out and at the same time I am crying because I miss her. The fact that the crew didn’t find Dagny is a good thing. She made it out and probably found a good family to love her. Dagny loved everyone. At the same time I miss her. I miss Dagny snuggling up in my lap. I miss her curling up next to me when I went to bed.
Back in 1989 I bought a house with my boyfriend. It was in another state, but only about 15 miles from the condo I rented. My 1 year old tortie, Chelsea, disappeared a week before we closed and moved. The person who rented my condo was a friend, and she said she’d keep an eye open for my cat. I cruised the animal shelters, put an ad in the paper, put up signs offering a reward, walked the neighborhood a thousand times, and Chelsea never turned up. I still miss her, all these years later.
I always wonder what happened to her, it haunts me to this day.
Aww, slee, I saw the thread title and thought, “Oh, damn, another one?”
As rocking chair said, at least you know now that she did make it out.
We’ve got a male tuxedo who (from the sounds of it) is a lot like Dagny, a serious people lover. If he ever got out (and got himself lost) the first person to find him would take him home in a heartbeat.
I was hoping she’d turn up.